Montcalm was already worsted as a general: it was still, however, left him to fight as a soldier.His order of battle was steadily and promptly made. He commanded the centre column in person.His total force engaged was 7520, besides Indians. Wolfe showed only a force of 4828 of all ranks; but every man was a trained soldier.The French attacked. After a spirited advance made by a swarm of skirmishers, their main body, in long unbroken lines, was seen approaching Wolfe's position.Soon a murderous and incessant fire began. The British troops fell fast. Wolfe, at the head of the 28th, was struck in the wrist, but was not disabled.Wrapping a handkerchief round the wound, he hastened from one rank to another, exhorting the men to be steady and to reserve their fire.No English soldier pulled a trigger: with matchless endurance they sustained the trial.Not a company wavered: their arms shouldered as if on parade, and motionless, save when they closed up the ghastly gaps, they waited the word of command.When the head of the French attack had reached within forty yards, Wolfe gave the order to "fire."At once the long row of muskets was levelled, and a volley, distinct as a single shot, flashed from the British line.For a moment the advancing columns still pressed on, shivering like pennons in the fatal storm; but a few paces told how terrible had been the force of the long-suspended blow.